Let me greet you, Papa If I can create words for others, would it not be trifling if I couldn't grasp some words for my father? Would I forget his love for me so focused? He spoke like a broken record. He boasted me to his friends. He was, to me, that proud. With his gentle lion's thoughts, he planned things to be done with his strenuous effort, and he was that profound. He was strict yet great with silence like a river deep; he wanted me to be well-mannered and decent. I remember one night when I was out of his sight, he finds for me like missing the brightest moon; I was his life. It saddened me to see my father witnessing the torments of his daughter. Maybe his brave heart also shed tears. But what can an ill father do to save her precious daughter? He couldn't strive for my strife, he was helpless, yet still, he kept me with his pleas until the end of his life. Now it's Father's moments! Let me celebrate with you, Papa. Let me reminisce our memories and talk abo...

This is dedicated to Our Angel. Jolly Bhattacharjee... HAPPY BIRTHDAY WE LOVE YOU The Power of Women's Strength... Drawing our strength Exhausting our words Words that are forgotten from long ago Forgiving life's failings and hurts That can overcome even the effort. Possessed by the charm~ Pierce through the night oblivion I no longer thought about what is buried. Cross path with us women with sweet melancholy~ Our power to go Forward again Find our heart's strength. The joy of overcoming this life Good humor and joy never part~ Strong shoulders and sweethearts Pierce together always a new start. The way the road most traveled To view the real truth of pure sweet love. Is a Woman's strength~ Deborah Brooks Langford In an intricate journey of my life's journey Upon paving the rough road along my way I shared my tears, and so my smiles. With the strength that I molded, in life I rise Ups and downs were part of my walks. I planted good ...

she breathes heavenly air without her knowledge to love and to care for her norm is her sweet caress her romantic intelligence flowing like a lovely spring she is delicate and sensitive her tears kiss her pains to love is what she wants to power on this earth her pure heart pours all throughout her writings her tears are real upon listening to our sad stories they are the witness flowing like a lovely stream of softness she truly amazed this wonderful world her love for us has so much to unfold yet, her romantic love is Blue in color as for her... it represents perpetual heartaches to bear her pains made her ink bleeds in blue her heart groans in gloom and in sorrow yet her pen vividly dancing upon her waving emotions our presence dissipates all her crying sensations we, the women of passion want her to be happily aglow we'll be with her not just until the time our grey hair will start to show in love, she's our accurate model She is our livin...

Who am I? Who am I? I am whom anyone's heart sees in me. A gentle reflection of their inner beauty I am the queen of my tiny kingdom. I run difficult things so lightly without boredom. I'm like a busy fish swimming in a big ocean with no chance to sleep beyond I am a colorful butterfly flying in the garden giving a vivid ambiance to a candid paradise. I am like an eagle soaring calmly upon the highest skies during a storm. I am a woman of hope and love. In the turbulence of life, I can always survive. I love this temporary life, yet I am not afraid to die. I love to stay in the world yet am ready to leave upon the calling of time. My heart speaks with wishes and love. I dream of seeing my loved ones living their dreams so glad. What you see in me attests to my real personality. My imperfections and flaws speak my natural beauty. There is a kind of love within me many souls can define And there's such great love in my heart only to my soul-aligned. I am a cascade of laug...

my love for you is like a vibrant spring of the virgin mountain. with the symphony of the colorful feathered birds it is moving at the empty space of the horizon of this fantastic universe i see your handsome face unto me smiling with too much grace i am so much overwhelmed to the gesture of your kind love i am so grateful to the wind blowing me onto your front my soul is with  a man who captivated my wishful heart teaching me what is the essence of a great and lasting love these feeling and emotion which breath to my core and to me whisper that my love for you is enigmatic..it is deep, pure and forever..

Till you breathe your last. Men, your muscle is a message of strength.  Yet your eyes are a symbol of your weaknesses. Your lips always convey your sweetness. You utter words with mystical magic. Your hearts throbs like a gentle thunder of love Its beat is melodious sound to listen to. Your touch is magnets of intimate desire. The passion of your eyes made us women insane. We cried when you captivated our hearts. We always need the sincerity of your Love. But of course, you men are always men. You are imperfect, weak, and vain. You need women to love you back. You love to be cared not nagged. In your flaws, you love to be understood. You love to be unconditionally loved, not owned. That's why men kept looking for women. Your hearts are non stop searching. For the haven of your wicked hearts You need your woman to stay till you breathe your last

This poem won silver. It is a heartfelt lyric of our cascading emotion. Flowing like the music of our expressive souls Great poetry isn't measured by the choice of words we've written. but how much emotions poured to which our hearts have spoken It is a sublime endowment from our good heaven. A depict of oozing emotions from our core within It is a burst of an endearing expressive emotion. A pearl of wisdom so clear moving our pens gently in motion A passionate creation that portrays a beautiful art A marvelous ancient art to preserve and last True talents never have to be jealous of other's art. Can't even dare to judge, so each one has to be glad. Our writing is definitely you and me. It is how what and who I am unto Thee Poetry is an art into which our souls should have... To breathe with the magic ink of love...